Friday, December 23, 2011 @ 3:27 AM
if we could sleep with
a consciousness of being;
our eyes lacerated open
an avenue to our entity
i would dream with them wide shut
if only
to show you my wildest delusions.
a cadaver's dissection;
the surgeon's T- shaped architecture
a doorway to our insides
i would cut me open
if only
to show you my deepest fears.
if i could live with
the defenses left forgotten
the interrupted asylums and
the clipped feather tips
i would lay down my arms
if only